The truth about lateness
My punctuality obsession is a drag, actually.
A few weeks ago, I was crossing the road when, for some reason I stopped briefly in the middle. It was unusually quiet, there was no traffic approaching in either direction. Everything looked different. It’s a road I cross often – there’s the worst Tesco Express in south London at the other side of it – but I had never, f…
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